The Face in the Mirror

Emma had always felt strange in her new apartment. One night, she noticed her reflection behaving oddly—it seemed to move just a fraction of a second out of sync. At first, she thought it was her eyes playing tricks, but then she saw her reflection smile when she wasn’t smiling. Frightened, she backed away, but her reflection didn’t. It leaned forward, pressing its hands against the glass, its smile widening. Emma watched in horror as her reflection mouthed, "Let me out."